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After all of those wonderfully depressing books I read in the winter, I was quite ready for my Redwall fix. And there are still at least five Tales of Redwall that I haven't yet read (I believe there are 21 or 23 altogether).
This is one of the tales which branches out beyond the borders of Mossflower, even further than Salamandastron, the mountain of hares and badgers. The climax of this tale takes place on Green Isle, an island on the Western Sea to which a young Redwall ottermaid must sail with the Long Patrol, in order to rid the island of Riggu Felis (the wildcat warlord) and liberate the native otterclans and slaves living under the cats' tyranny. And so fulfilling a prophecy of a queen called the High Rhulain who would come to free them.
As with all of the Redwall books, the story switches back and forth from Tiria (the ottermaid)'s point of view as she travels, to the events happening at Redwall in the mean time (a small band of mangy rats causes some ruckus), to the trials of the otters living on Green Isle, to the perspectives of Felis and various other evil cats.
One thing that I noticed while reading this book was that the language conjured incredibly clear images into my head--it's not as if the writing is particularly poetic or descriptive, but for whatever reason, though I've read so many Redwall books already, I only just began to notice the way these stories play with the imagination.
My favourite characters in this particular tale were, of course, the hares of the Long Patrol along with Captain Cuthbert--a grief-maddened hare who sometimes thinks he is a shrew, and other times a sea otter captain. I don't think I will ever get tired of harespeech; all the bally-wells and the flippins and the wot wots.
These books could be described as quaint stories of talking animals with their funny dialects and their amusing habits. But they are more than that. I started reading Redwall books back when I was about nine years old, but it wasn't until I was in my teens that I realized how truly gruesome they can be. Gruesome and rather gory and definitely very sad sometimes. It may sound stupid to those who have not read them; but if you have, you understand.
In High Rhulain, there was one part that I slightly teared up for. Many characters died, of course, as is always the case with violent wars between vermin and gentlebeasts--but the saddest death in this book was that of Brinty, the young mouse who had been one of Tiria's best friends back at Redwall, and who was killed right outside the gates by the leader of that mangy rat gang mentioned earlier.
' "Redwaaaaalll! Haha, we did it!"
Nobeast was prepared for what happened next. Behind Brinty's back, a young rat leaped out of the ditch on the opposite side of the path. He was brandishing a crude sword fashioned from a scythe blade. The rat struck Brinty down with one cruel slash.
"Told yer I'd pay ye back someday, didden't I?!"' --pg. 253
and then
' When drinks had been served all around, Abbess Lycian made a small speech. "Redwallers, it is always sad when we lose one of our friends. More so, when it is a young creature who was not fated to live out his full seasons. We will never forget Brinty. Let us drink to all the happy memories we have of him. To Brinty!"
Everybeast repeated the name and drank. In the silence that followed, Skipper had a word to say. "He was a good an' cheerful young mouse, an' a true friend to all, includin' my daughter Tiria."
Girry felt he had to say something. "He saved me from the gannet. Brinty was very brave!" Then the young squirrel touched the bandage around his ear and fell silent.
Tribsy made a visible effort to finish the tribute. As he spoke, tears coursed down the young mole's homely face. "Hurr, our pore Brinty, he'm wurr ee bestest friend us'n's ever haved! We'm be a missin' 'im furrever."' --pg. 255
It's true, the writing style isn't as brilliant or astonishing as some of the other books I've read this year, but there's just something about the world of the Redwall books that makes them incredibly enjoyable reads. Here's another little passage that I had bookmarked:
' Tiria turned her gaze upward. What the sergeant said was true. On first glance, there seemed to be the usual amount of stars, but as she continued to look, more stars than she had ever dreamed of became visible. All the vast tracts of the nightdark sky were aglitter with innumerable pinpoints of light--some large, some small, others so minute that they resembled dust, covering infinite areas of the uncharted dark vaults. It was a staggering sight.' --pg. 277
One thing that's really convenient and nice about the Tales of Redwall is that they can really be read in any order without much confusion. It's not that the stories are completely separate--in fact they're all connected by recurring legends and families and themes--just that each story within itself could be a stand-alone book. You just wouldn't have all of the rich background and history of Mossflower and the world around it.
I am very glad to have decided to pick up another Redwall book. It had been too long. Sometimes I just squeal inside my head at the utter adorableness of it all--though there are dark and nasty parts too, as I said. I will never tire of these tales, and I hope that other people enjoy them as much as I do.
This is one of the tales which branches out beyond the borders of Mossflower, even further than Salamandastron, the mountain of hares and badgers. The climax of this tale takes place on Green Isle, an island on the Western Sea to which a young Redwall ottermaid must sail with the Long Patrol, in order to rid the island of Riggu Felis (the wildcat warlord) and liberate the native otterclans and slaves living under the cats' tyranny. And so fulfilling a prophecy of a queen called the High Rhulain who would come to free them.
As with all of the Redwall books, the story switches back and forth from Tiria (the ottermaid)'s point of view as she travels, to the events happening at Redwall in the mean time (a small band of mangy rats causes some ruckus), to the trials of the otters living on Green Isle, to the perspectives of Felis and various other evil cats.
One thing that I noticed while reading this book was that the language conjured incredibly clear images into my head--it's not as if the writing is particularly poetic or descriptive, but for whatever reason, though I've read so many Redwall books already, I only just began to notice the way these stories play with the imagination.
My favourite characters in this particular tale were, of course, the hares of the Long Patrol along with Captain Cuthbert--a grief-maddened hare who sometimes thinks he is a shrew, and other times a sea otter captain. I don't think I will ever get tired of harespeech; all the bally-wells and the flippins and the wot wots.
These books could be described as quaint stories of talking animals with their funny dialects and their amusing habits. But they are more than that. I started reading Redwall books back when I was about nine years old, but it wasn't until I was in my teens that I realized how truly gruesome they can be. Gruesome and rather gory and definitely very sad sometimes. It may sound stupid to those who have not read them; but if you have, you understand.
In High Rhulain, there was one part that I slightly teared up for. Many characters died, of course, as is always the case with violent wars between vermin and gentlebeasts--but the saddest death in this book was that of Brinty, the young mouse who had been one of Tiria's best friends back at Redwall, and who was killed right outside the gates by the leader of that mangy rat gang mentioned earlier.
' "Redwaaaaalll! Haha, we did it!"
Nobeast was prepared for what happened next. Behind Brinty's back, a young rat leaped out of the ditch on the opposite side of the path. He was brandishing a crude sword fashioned from a scythe blade. The rat struck Brinty down with one cruel slash.
"Told yer I'd pay ye back someday, didden't I?!"' --pg. 253
and then
' When drinks had been served all around, Abbess Lycian made a small speech. "Redwallers, it is always sad when we lose one of our friends. More so, when it is a young creature who was not fated to live out his full seasons. We will never forget Brinty. Let us drink to all the happy memories we have of him. To Brinty!"
Everybeast repeated the name and drank. In the silence that followed, Skipper had a word to say. "He was a good an' cheerful young mouse, an' a true friend to all, includin' my daughter Tiria."
Girry felt he had to say something. "He saved me from the gannet. Brinty was very brave!" Then the young squirrel touched the bandage around his ear and fell silent.
Tribsy made a visible effort to finish the tribute. As he spoke, tears coursed down the young mole's homely face. "Hurr, our pore Brinty, he'm wurr ee bestest friend us'n's ever haved! We'm be a missin' 'im furrever."' --pg. 255
It's true, the writing style isn't as brilliant or astonishing as some of the other books I've read this year, but there's just something about the world of the Redwall books that makes them incredibly enjoyable reads. Here's another little passage that I had bookmarked:
' Tiria turned her gaze upward. What the sergeant said was true. On first glance, there seemed to be the usual amount of stars, but as she continued to look, more stars than she had ever dreamed of became visible. All the vast tracts of the nightdark sky were aglitter with innumerable pinpoints of light--some large, some small, others so minute that they resembled dust, covering infinite areas of the uncharted dark vaults. It was a staggering sight.' --pg. 277
One thing that's really convenient and nice about the Tales of Redwall is that they can really be read in any order without much confusion. It's not that the stories are completely separate--in fact they're all connected by recurring legends and families and themes--just that each story within itself could be a stand-alone book. You just wouldn't have all of the rich background and history of Mossflower and the world around it.
I am very glad to have decided to pick up another Redwall book. It had been too long. Sometimes I just squeal inside my head at the utter adorableness of it all--though there are dark and nasty parts too, as I said. I will never tire of these tales, and I hope that other people enjoy them as much as I do.